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| "Stand inside your burning Love... The sting and burn of tiny lines, the tastey little drops of life emerging at uneven distances around the arms that hold that which gives this burning Love... I lose touch with myself inside that Love, and watch as a stranger shreds at himself to the beats and lyrics of beautiful songs. All is well while this happens, and I smile at the person in the mirror -- He is part of my pleasure. The rapture, the joy of stepping outside of the body in which I feel trapped, even if only for the duration of a song, can not be told. One day, some way, I'll be out for good." - Clayton Forrest Perry II, esq. 2/11/2k2 |
| A quote I picked up somewhere not too long ago.... |
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